She is the someone I thought I knew
But now I am wondering is it true
Where do I look to find her again
to Him, to her, to You?
Have I ever found her
The one I’ve always longed to truly love
Or is her soul too far below, above?
My outstretched fingers
I push and I shove
Trying to force myself to know her
Her, my own soul
The beautiful one I always thrust lower
Because the ugly lies sprout and multiply
And I wonder will we ever meet?
Maybe one day when we die.
I get glimspes of the soul
That is separate from body
And death and things we’ll one day never see again
The reality of Spirit and wholeness
and Life sometimes wraps me up
My soul in His hands
Is sitting there so secure
The woman who I truly am
The one He knows
And I tear up…will I know her?
I love her almost as much as I love
My Lord, the One who
Never doubted we would
And my ugliness and devastated wastelands
would finally separate, vanish
So only my beauty, His love
Would be revealed